Purple and red, apples and pears

featuring APPLES & PEARS

I grew up in a concrete jungle, in a flat at the centre of Bucharest. I learned to love walking to school among blocks of flats, reaching the city centre on foot, marvelling at architectural antitheses. I fell in love with grey. Continue reading “Purple and red, apples and pears”

The man who takes pictures in the sea

featuring PAVILIONS addiction recovery

‘It has been over 3 months now since I last drank alcohol and the longest it has ever been since I was 21. I never want it in my life.’

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On Grandma’s last story

-featuring Wavelength charity

Grandma was born in 1921, in a city at the bottom of the mountains. Her father was a shepherd. He would gather all the sheep from their neighbours, he’d take his own flock and climb up to the sheepfold on the first days of Spring. He came down from the top of the mountain with the first frost, bringing with him white cheese, milk, and sheep wool. Continue reading “On Grandma’s last story”

The Cardigan

featuring BBC Woman’s Hour Craft Prize

I own an eclectic wardrobe. Some of my dresses may even be a century old. Most trousers are winter sales snatches off the high street. My sister buys all my socks. The scarves and bags are from my sister-in-law.

I love mixing and matching and living in an a-temporal fashion gap. I sometimes receive compliments on my clothes… and sometimes I don’t.

One of the most surprising items to ever receive compliments on has been a cardigan. A green-grey, hand knitted, larger than average cardigan that got out of the wardrobe and onto my shoulders through pure luck, one random, chilly Tuesday morning. Continue reading “The Cardigan”